And the pavilion, decked for our return,
In fit adornment for the evening banquet,
Shall blaze with beauty and with light, until
It seems unto the stars which are above us
Itself an opposite star; and we will sit
Crowned with fresh flowers like—
Myr.Victims.
Sar.No, like sovereigns,
The Shepherd Kings of patriarchal times,560
Who knew no brighter gems than summer wreaths,[h]